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His enemys face went livid. He stepped forward, and lashed his weapon to and fro before Potters chest. Dont you tell me you aint got no gun on you, you whelp. Dont tell me no lie like that. There aint a man in Texas ever seen you without no gun. Dont take me for no kid. His eyes blazed with light, and his throat worked like a pump. I aint takin you for no kid, answered Potter. His heels had not moved an inch backward. Im takin you for a damn fool. I tell you I aint got a gun, and I aint. If youre goin to shoot me up, you better begin now. Youll never get a chance like this again. So much enforced reasoning had told on Wilsons rage. He was calmer. If you aint got a gun, why aint you got a gun? he sneered. Been to Sunday school? I aint got a gun because Ive just come from San Anton with my wife. Im married, said Potter. And if Id thought there was going to be any galoots like you prowling around when I brought my wife home, Id had a gun, and dont you forget it. Married! said Scratchy, not at all comprehending. Yes, married. Im married, said Potter, distinctly. Married? said Scratchy. Seemingly for the first time, he saw the drooping, drowning woman at the other mans side. No! he said. He was like a creature allowed a glimpse of another world. He moved a pace backward, and his arm, with the revolver, dropped to his side. Is this the lady? he asked. Yes; this is the lady, answered Potter. There was another period of silence. Well, said Wilson at last, slowly, I spose its all off now. Its all off if you say so, Scratchy. You know I didnt make the trouble. Potter lifted his valise. Well, I low its off, Jack, said Wilson. He was looking at the ground. Married! He was not a student of chivalry; it was merely that in the presence of this foreign condition he was a simple child of the earlier plains. He picked up his starboard revolver, and, placing both weapons in their holsters, he went away. His feet made funnel-shaped tracks in the heavy sand. |
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